The Lone Hand

Another typical Richmond fade out on a Saturday night provoked a very familiar feeling of woe as broken hearts swept through the tiger tribe. Halfway through the third quarter it seemed Richmond had their foot on Essendon’s throat and even the most pessimistic tiger supporter couldn’t hide their smile. 45 minutes later and Richmond were Richmond of the last 30 years. 10 unanswered goals to Essendon marked another weak Tigers performance.

However, where there is darkness, there is sometimes light. Trent Cotchin has been the beacon of light for many Richmond tragics. Cotchin lacks the elite foot speed and explosiveness of a Chris Judd. And is yet to build reach peak endurance due to interrupted pre-seasons. Yet, he possesses great balance and toughness that cannot be taught and a rare ability to win his own ball in the clinches and create for his teammates. Again, Cotchin was a lone hand for the Tigers last night. A 27 possession game with a goal and half a dozen inside 50 entries. Of the 44 guys who ran out on the MCG last night, he stands at another level to any of the combatants. Cotchin’s underdeveloped endurance doesn’t allow him to amass big numbers like a Swan or Ablett. For the first time this pre-season, he was injury free. With another 2-3 pre-seasons under his belt he will reach statistics of an Ablett or Swann.

Cotchin is destined to be Richmond’s next captain. With Dustin Martin and Brett Delidio by his side, Richmond have a dangerous midfield trio. Just a few more contributors in the current Yellow and Black guernsey would be nice.

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